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[eyediot]

sad bad end s5 jon and tim on a monster road trip



[Algric had given the trio a fair warning of what was happening. Not the specific details of what he was coming from, but he was from a little further along Algric's timeline, and came through Hilltop Road. Never pleasant, but he's here now. IT took a few days of settling, readjusting, and putting some firm self-imposed boundaries on himself before Jon felt comfortable enough to see the others.

After a few minutes of surprise and staring, Jon ends up sitting alone with Tim for a few minutes; the others having some things to take care of themselves. He sits there, fiddling a bit with his fingers, trying not to be self conscious. He can't do anything about the myriad of different, newer scars, nor about his black sclera or so many other things about himself now.

But god... Tim. Alive and not shouting at him right this second. How novel.]

Tim... I.. [Where does he even start.]

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[eyediot]

...Maybe in due time. Closer to the Eve maybe?

[curriculum_fictae]

Right, yeah. Something like that sounds nice.

[ He looks down at Jon's hands again. ]

Did you want to just hold my hand, Jon?

[eyediot]

Hm? Oh, no.

[Maybe. He looks at their hands too.]

The mug is still a little warm.

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh, is that what it is.

[eyediot]

Perhaps.

[He's smiling, though.]

But fine, maybe I do just want to hold your hand.

[curriculum_fictae]

You can just do that, you know.

[ He shifts a bit, setting the mug aside. And reaching his hand out for Jonah's. ]

[eyediot]

[He will gladly take it, closing his fingers around Algric's. There.]

The snow is nice.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Good. He squeezes, gently, and his hand doesn't seem quite so cold. ]

It - it really is. I've always rather enjoyed winter anyway.

[eyediot]

Yeah? Aannyyyyy particular reason?

[He'll squeeze Algric's hand back, watching his face. He leans in a little closer.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Gosh, Jon. He pinks at that as he looks back at Jonah with utter lovesickness. ]

W-well - just - I like the aesthetic? Long nights and. And snow on the ground. When we get it, anyway.

[eyediot]

Hm. And the fact it's the perfect weather for hot tea? And cuddling, of course.

[He just. rests his cheek on Algric's shoulder smiling up at him. He's got it, he Gets it, Algric.]

[curriculum_fictae]

And jumpers, yes. All of those things.

[ God, he is just - beyond content looking down at Jonah. He can't help but lean down for a light kiss. ]

[eyediot]

[Oh he'll greedily take that kiss. But his hand adjusts in Algric's, thumb pressing against Algric's ring finger. Surely just how he moved.]

It's a good season.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That - could just be a coincidence? It really could, and yet. That's such an odd movement? Algric can't help but flush a bit at that. ]

I'm - I'm glad you agree, Jon.

[eyediot]

Always liked the quiet in the evenings. It's different than the quiet in the summer.

[He doesn't move his thumb, but the rest of his hand adjusts so it's not as weirdly positioned (it's still weird). Rubs his finger idly until it is just his thumb and forefinger rubbing it.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ What is he doing? It has to be specific, it's not just Jonah massaging his finger or something. Why -

Oh. Oh? He might be reading too much into it - he must be - but even the thought makes his cheeks blaze bright red. ]

Y. Yes. The - the snow makes even. Even London feel quiet.

[eyediot]

Especially late in the evenings or early mornings. Everything feels... settled.

[Jonah's gaze is fixed somewhere down, vague, like he isn't really looking at all. But he's still fidgeting with Algric's finger, a bit more intently now and not just an idle thing to keep his hand busy.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Y-yes, exactly. Peaceful. And. And settled down.

[ He just watches Jonah do that for a moment, heart pounding. ]

[eyediot]

What, um. What about autumn?

[Shhh Algric pay no attention to the man focused on your finger.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Autumn's nice too. Nearly as good as winter.

[ Don't get your hopes up, Algric. Don't get your hopes up. (But he hopes, anyway.) ]

[eyediot]

Hm...

[An 8 maybe? No, not quite it... Still fidgeting.]

The colors are nice. Autumn, I mean. It's good weather as well.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ A little bigger than that, though not by much. Algric smiles, watching him. ]

Yes. I do enjoy autumn colours quite a bit. A-and the food? I don't mean to be that guy, but I do enjoy a good pumpkin spice chai.

[eyediot]

What's there to be 'that fuy' about. It's a decent flavor.

[Has to be a 9.]

[curriculum_fictae]

I agree completely.

[ He watches a moment more, but he just can't resist now. ]

... Why the sudden focus on my finger, Jon?

[eyediot]

Um.

[He has to get better at subtlety. He just gets so wrapped up in figuring things out he forgets.

He lets it go and smooths his hand more fully over Algric's.]

Nothing particular. Just was curious.